What's become of the chimney pot
with its wisps of smoke
when the fire's hot?
A place now for the birds to meet
and spread the seeds
from what they eat.
Have you noticed
little plants now grow
from the place
the smoke did flow?
It's strange
to see them popping out
bringing life to bricks and grout.
It's now become a flower pot,
so null and void
a chimney's not.
No longer choking up the sky,
it's holding splendour
way up high.
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Out From Within the Shadow
PoetryIntroduction In March 2013, following the completion of From Within The Shadow, I reached the point of feeling and being like I'd found my way out from within the shadow. With each step it felt like I was opening like a flower: Blossoming, growing s...
